"And just what do you think I have in mind?" I smiled at her while raising both eyebrows.
She leaned in and lightly touched her forehead to mine, sliding her hands down to the sides of my neck and saying "You'd better be planning on lots of... how'd you put it... caressing... nibbling....ummm, something about my nose... & oh yeah, my toes....".
"Are you sure you want to break the 'mood' to drive all the way to your house?" I teased. "After all, we'll lose at least twenty minutes with putting ourselves back together... school buses... traffic lights..." all the while, gently sliding my hands beneath her breasts, then up the sides, around to the front & bringing my thumbs and forefingers together on her nipples. Lightly tweaking both nipples, I softly gripped her lower lip between mine and tugged on it for just a moment.
Her moan and open-mouthed kiss said she agreed we should stay, but her hands, now flat on my chest said otherwise. She almost whispered: "I really don't want my first time with you to be on an examining table, or a chair. I don't know if it was wishful thinking or if I actually sensed that you're a tender, patient lover. I think it's because you've been so patient with all my dumb questions, and because you never break eye contact when I talk. Have you any idea how extraordinary it is to have a conversation with man who doesn't talk to my tits?
Smiling, I replied: "This isn't the first time I've heard that, but to be honest, I've been checking these out every time you've given me a chance over the last two months. You've caught me at least once, haven't you?" as I continued caressing with my left hand while alternately sliding my forefinger into her cleavage and opening two more buttons with my right.
Her lips were then at my left ear: "Of course I have... (nibble on the earlobe) but it wasn't easy... (tongue in the ear and pivot of the pelvis) because you've been so damn sly about it." I pressed back against her pussy and let out a low moan while pressing my ear into her mouth. Her hands slid up to my shoulders, down my arms, squeezed the biceps, cupped the elbows and continued along the forearms. Her right one ended up atop my left on her right breast. She pressed it into herself for a moment, moaned softly, then lifted my hand and placed it on her waist. With her left hand, she lifted my right one off of her left breast just long enough to come back up with her right, pull the right side of her open blouse away and placed my left hand inside, on the part of her right breast that stood out above a surprisingly soft, shear bra. She then gently guided my fingers inside the bra to her hard, sensitive nipple.
With a sigh, she slid her pussy along the length of my dick and started kissing her way down my neck as she said: "You know... (kiss) I've been fantasizing for weeks.... (nibble) about stretching out beside you... (open mouthed kiss with a lick) & doing almost exactly what you described earlier... (kiss). It's not even 2:40 yet..... (three kisses up my throat to the chin). I promise to make it worth the five minutes it'll take us to get there... (briefly kissing my lips, then moving to the other ear). You're not going to tell me you don't know the back road from here to there, are you? ... No lights... (kiss), no school busses... (nibble on the earlobe), just one stop sign. I'll bet we're there before you get soft...." She slid away until she was nearly sitting on my knees and brought her hands down to squeeze the tent-pole in my pants. I spread my knees, in the process opening her legs wider.
As we softly, silently kissed, my left hand slid slowly from her waist, down her hip, along her thigh to the knee and down her calf to the back of her ankle. She raised her heel as far as she could, moaned softly and stroked my dick as I raked my fingernails up & down her Achilles Tendon. I came around to the front of her ankle, reversed direction and caressed my way up the inside of her calf, gently squeezed the tendon behind her knee with my thumb & two fingers, ran my nails across the back of her knee, and continued up her inner thigh inside her skirt, to the very edge of her panties.
"Oh my, did I cause this?" she asked, squeezing me with that impish grin again. By then, my fingers were teasing her along the edge of her panties, threatening, but not quite lifting the elastic to get inside. Barely touching with the backs of my fingers, I crossed her pussy to the other thigh. Her eyes closed as I stopped at the top her thigh and moved back to press the back of three fingers into her now soaked panties. Her eyes opened to find me looking right into them just as I smiled and repeated her question back to her, "Oh my, did I cause this?" I firmly pressed the back of my middle finger into the cleft formed by her labia, trying to slide my knuckle up to where I thought her clit would be. We held the eye contact as I brought my fingers out, ran them under my nose inhaling deeply and slid them into my mouth, with a smile and an "mmmmmm".
"Oh God, Paul" escaped softly from her lips as she slowly shook her head. "I haven't wanted a man like this in years. Please tell me you're healthy Paul, no STD's, no hepatitis, no nasty anything. Please help me to believe that, Paul."
"Carrie, you need to know that I haven't been with a woman, any woman, in years. It's been so long that I'm not even sure I still know my way a woman's anatomy, so if you choose to go any further today, please don't hesitate to guide me along, OK? I've remained faithful through my wife's chronic depression & hormonal problems right from the start. Her refusal to seek treatment has left us with a cold, lonely, bitter marriage that neither of us can escape from. You've met my daughter & know she'll never function on her own, so Nancy & I are basically stuck. Short of you giving me a physical, which you're more than welcome to do, the only health assurance I can offer is my blood donor card. I know they check for lots of stuff & I've given every 8-12 weeks for years."
With an almost sad smile, Carrie put both hands flat on my chest again, pushed back, rose and stepped away. Breathing deeply with closed eyes, she re-arranged her skirt and buttoned her blouse, saying "Most of that sounds like pure BS." I rose with her, put my hands on her waist & pulled her close. "I'm sure it does, but the truth is that we both seem to have needs that we can help each other with, Carrie. I'll do whatever you need to be comfortable making love with me, I really will." We kissed again & pressed together, hands wandering.
When her eyes fluttered open she said: "It's time to go lover, I'll drive so you can stay low and keep those magic hands busy under my skirt."....
Thanks to everyone who commented & emailed. I really appreciate the words, both pro & con. I hope chapter two is as well received as was chapter 1 and as always, look forward to your comments. Paul
She leaned in and lightly touched her forehead to mine, sliding her hands down to the sides of my neck and saying "You'd better be planning on lots of... how'd you put it... caressing... nibbling....ummm, something about my nose... & oh yeah, my toes....".
"Are you sure you want to break the 'mood' to drive all the way to your house?" I teased. "After all, we'll lose at least twenty minutes with putting ourselves back together... school buses... traffic lights..." all the while, gently sliding my hands beneath her breasts, then up the sides, around to the front & bringing my thumbs and forefingers together on her nipples. Lightly tweaking both nipples, I softly gripped her lower lip between mine and tugged on it for just a moment.
Her moan and open-mouthed kiss said she agreed we should stay, but her hands, now flat on my chest said otherwise. She almost whispered: "I really don't want my first time with you to be on an examining table, or a chair. I don't know if it was wishful thinking or if I actually sensed that you're a tender, patient lover. I think it's because you've been so patient with all my dumb questions, and because you never break eye contact when I talk. Have you any idea how extraordinary it is to have a conversation with man who doesn't talk to my tits?
Smiling, I replied: "This isn't the first time I've heard that, but to be honest, I've been checking these out every time you've given me a chance over the last two months. You've caught me at least once, haven't you?" as I continued caressing with my left hand while alternately sliding my forefinger into her cleavage and opening two more buttons with my right.
Her lips were then at my left ear: "Of course I have... (nibble on the earlobe) but it wasn't easy... (tongue in the ear and pivot of the pelvis) because you've been so damn sly about it." I pressed back against her pussy and let out a low moan while pressing my ear into her mouth. Her hands slid up to my shoulders, down my arms, squeezed the biceps, cupped the elbows and continued along the forearms. Her right one ended up atop my left on her right breast. She pressed it into herself for a moment, moaned softly, then lifted my hand and placed it on her waist. With her left hand, she lifted my right one off of her left breast just long enough to come back up with her right, pull the right side of her open blouse away and placed my left hand inside, on the part of her right breast that stood out above a surprisingly soft, shear bra. She then gently guided my fingers inside the bra to her hard, sensitive nipple.
With a sigh, she slid her pussy along the length of my dick and started kissing her way down my neck as she said: "You know... (kiss) I've been fantasizing for weeks.... (nibble) about stretching out beside you... (open mouthed kiss with a lick) & doing almost exactly what you described earlier... (kiss). It's not even 2:40 yet..... (three kisses up my throat to the chin). I promise to make it worth the five minutes it'll take us to get there... (briefly kissing my lips, then moving to the other ear). You're not going to tell me you don't know the back road from here to there, are you? ... No lights... (kiss), no school busses... (nibble on the earlobe), just one stop sign. I'll bet we're there before you get soft...." She slid away until she was nearly sitting on my knees and brought her hands down to squeeze the tent-pole in my pants. I spread my knees, in the process opening her legs wider.
As we softly, silently kissed, my left hand slid slowly from her waist, down her hip, along her thigh to the knee and down her calf to the back of her ankle. She raised her heel as far as she could, moaned softly and stroked my dick as I raked my fingernails up & down her Achilles Tendon. I came around to the front of her ankle, reversed direction and caressed my way up the inside of her calf, gently squeezed the tendon behind her knee with my thumb & two fingers, ran my nails across the back of her knee, and continued up her inner thigh inside her skirt, to the very edge of her panties.
"Oh my, did I cause this?" she asked, squeezing me with that impish grin again. By then, my fingers were teasing her along the edge of her panties, threatening, but not quite lifting the elastic to get inside. Barely touching with the backs of my fingers, I crossed her pussy to the other thigh. Her eyes closed as I stopped at the top her thigh and moved back to press the back of three fingers into her now soaked panties. Her eyes opened to find me looking right into them just as I smiled and repeated her question back to her, "Oh my, did I cause this?" I firmly pressed the back of my middle finger into the cleft formed by her labia, trying to slide my knuckle up to where I thought her clit would be. We held the eye contact as I brought my fingers out, ran them under my nose inhaling deeply and slid them into my mouth, with a smile and an "mmmmmm".
"Oh God, Paul" escaped softly from her lips as she slowly shook her head. "I haven't wanted a man like this in years. Please tell me you're healthy Paul, no STD's, no hepatitis, no nasty anything. Please help me to believe that, Paul."
"Carrie, you need to know that I haven't been with a woman, any woman, in years. It's been so long that I'm not even sure I still know my way a woman's anatomy, so if you choose to go any further today, please don't hesitate to guide me along, OK? I've remained faithful through my wife's chronic depression & hormonal problems right from the start. Her refusal to seek treatment has left us with a cold, lonely, bitter marriage that neither of us can escape from. You've met my daughter & know she'll never function on her own, so Nancy & I are basically stuck. Short of you giving me a physical, which you're more than welcome to do, the only health assurance I can offer is my blood donor card. I know they check for lots of stuff & I've given every 8-12 weeks for years."
With an almost sad smile, Carrie put both hands flat on my chest again, pushed back, rose and stepped away. Breathing deeply with closed eyes, she re-arranged her skirt and buttoned her blouse, saying "Most of that sounds like pure BS." I rose with her, put my hands on her waist & pulled her close. "I'm sure it does, but the truth is that we both seem to have needs that we can help each other with, Carrie. I'll do whatever you need to be comfortable making love with me, I really will." We kissed again & pressed together, hands wandering.
When her eyes fluttered open she said: "It's time to go lover, I'll drive so you can stay low and keep those magic hands busy under my skirt."....
Thanks to everyone who commented & emailed. I really appreciate the words, both pro & con. I hope chapter two is as well received as was chapter 1 and as always, look forward to your comments. Paul